Chapter 28
Blake and Liv, still buzzing from their alleyway encounter, arrived at the Copper house, Blake’s massive frame bowed under the weight of the three large black bags. Paul was outside tinkering with the rusting mailbox. “Hey, Paul!” Blake called out, shifting the heavy load. “We got the goods. We need to stash these in your basement. Doesn’t flood down there, right?” Paul grabbed his mail. “It’s solid. Good idea, B. Keep the little terrorists from finding them.” Blake nodded. “Laura, Francis, Paul and I, we usually spend Christmas Eve night wrapping everything, drinking, and getting high.” Liv smiled. “Sounds fun.” Blake grimaced slightly. “It is, until Paul and Francis try to f**k on the presents, then it gets awkward.” Liv chuckled, a genuine, delighted sound. They walked inside, p
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